Theme: N/A
Character/s: Kalasin, Ozorne, ?
Words: 109
Six months after she arrives in Carthak, a package finally arrives for her. It's small and unassuming and messily wrapped in layers of brown paper. There is no seal. Her heart thumps in her chest, painful with hope. She rips through the paper and finds–
-a shell. Tremblingly, her fingertips trace the curves spiralling to the apex, carved lovingly over decades by the sea. Terebridae. She looked it up in one of Ozorne's books, one day when she was missing home. At nine years old she'd spent countless grey mornings searching for them at Pirate's Swoop.
She holds the shell to her ear, gently. She can hear the sea.